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( To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad )

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30.10.2023                      ³ 

To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad
By Edgar Allan Poe

The skies they were ashen and sober;
      The leaves they were crispéd and sere 
      The leaves they were withering and sere; 
It was night in the lonesome October 
      Of my most immemorial year; 
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, 
      In the misty mid region of Weir 
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, 
      In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. 

Here once, through an alley Titanic,
      Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul
      Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.
These were days when my heart was volcanic
      As the scoriac rivers that roll
      As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
      In the ultimate climes of the pole
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
      In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,
      But our thoughts they were palsied and sere
      Our memories were treacherous and sere
For we knew not the month was October,
      And we marked not the night of the year
      (Ah, night of all nights in the year!)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber
      (Though once we had journeyed down here)
We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
      Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent
      And star-dials pointed to morn
      As the star-dials hinted of morn
At the end of our path a liquescent
      And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
      Arose with a duplicate horn
Astarte's bediamonded crescent
      Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said"She is warmer than Dian:
      She rolls through an ether of sighs
      She revels in a region of sighs:
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
      These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion
      To point us the path to the skies
      To the Lethean peace of the skies
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
      To shine on us with her bright eyes
Come up through the lair of the Lion,
      With love in her luminous eyes."

But Psyche, uplifting her finger,
      Said"Sadly this star I mistrust
      Her pallor I strangely mistrust:
Oh, hasten! oh, let us not linger!
      Oh, fly!let us fly!for we must."
In terror she spoke, letting sink her
      Wings till they trailed in the dust
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
      Plumes till they trailed in the dust
      Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied"This is nothing but dreaming:
      Let us on by this tremulous light!
      Let us bathe in this crystalline light!
Its Sybilic splendor is beaming
      With Hope and in Beauty to-night:
      See!it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,
      And be sure it will lead us aright
We safely may trust to a gleaming
      That cannot but guide us aright,
      Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,
      And tempted her out of her gloom
      And conquered her scruples and gloom:
And we passed to the end of the vista,
      But were stopped by the door of a tomb
      By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said"What is written, sweet sister,
      On the door of this legended tomb?"
      She replied"UlalumeUlalume
      'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
      As the leaves that were crispèd and sere
      As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried"It was surely October
      On this very night of last year
      That I journeyedI journeyed down here
      That I brought a dread burden down here
      On this night of all nights in the year,
      Oh, what demon has tempted me here?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber
      This misty mid region of Weir
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber
      In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."

Said we, thenthe two, then"Ah, can it
      Have been that the woodlandish ghouls
      The pitiful, the merciful ghouls
To bar up our way and to ban it
      From the secret that lies in these wolds
      From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds
Had drawn up the spectre of a planet
      From the limbo of lunary souls
This sinfully scintillant planet
      From the Hell of the planetary souls?"

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